Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.